CONTENTS.

Page
As I cam thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate, thro’ Sandgate[5]
Whe’s like my Johnny[ib.]
My bonny keel laddie, my canny keel laddie[7]
’Twas between Hebbron and Jarrow[8]
Where hast’te been, ma’ canny hinny[9]
Fresh I’m cum fra Sandgate Street[10]
Roll on thy way, thrice happy Tyne[11]
Near Blackett’s Field, sad hov’ring[12]
Like wolves of the forest, ferocious and keen[14]
When unprovok’d, when foreign foes[15]
John Diggons be I, from a Country Town[16]
In a battle, you know, we Britons are strong[18]
Turks, Infidels, Pagans, Jews, Christians and Tartars[19]
When Fame brought the news of Great Britain’s success[21]
The jailor, for trial, had brought up a thief[23]
Ho’way and aw’ll sing thee a tune, mun[25]
Odd smash! ’tis hard aw can’t rub dust off[27]
Come marrows, we’ve happen’d to meet now[29]
Fareweel, fareweel, ma comely pet[31]
Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ the welkin rebellows[33]
Whilst the dread voice of war thro’ our island rebellows[34]
As me and my marrow was ganning to wark[35]
If I had another penny[36]
The bonny pit laddie, the cannie pit laddie[ib.]
Hae ye heard o’ these wond’rous dons[37]
The Baff week is o’er—no repining—[38]
On each market day, Sir, the folks on the Quay, Sir[43]
Lads! myek a ring[45]
I was a young maiden truly[48]
My muse took flight the other day[49]
When war’s destructive rage did cease[53]
Rough roll’d the roaring river’s stream[56]
Attend to my summons, ye British Electors[57]
To sing some nymph in her cot[58]
When cooling zephyrs wanton play[59]
Whilst bards, in strains that sweetly flow[60]
Oh! where, and oh where does your bonny lassie dwell[61]
Should the French in Newcastle but dare to appear[62]
Talk no more of brave Nelson, or gallant Sir Sidney[63]
On Rhenish, Medeira, Port, Cleret and Sherry[66]
Ye sons of Parnassus, whose brains are inspir’d[67]
Who’s he that with great Mercury strides[68]
Allons, sweet childs, of smooth complexion[70]
Great was the consternation, amazement and dismay, Sir[73]
The young brood fairly fledg’d, we may fairly suppose[77]
As Neddy and Betty were walking along[79]
Now fill a bumper to the brim[81]
I’m lonesome since I left Blyth camps[84]
We march’d from the camps with our hearts full of woe[85]
Come fill a bumper to the brim[86]
Come cheer up my hearts, my brave sons of the Tyne[87]
What pleasure oft ’tis to reveal[88]
Ha’ ye been at Newcastle fair[89]
Tho lofty bards sublimer sing[91]
When Royal Ge—e on new year’s day[94]
Sir James Duncan and Co their kind compliments send[97]
Liddell, farewell! to all true Britons dear[99]
In hollow murmurs o’er the bending reeds[100]
Of a’ the many bonny corps[101]
Come, haste to Newcastle, ye sons of fair freedom[102]
The plaint of a mourner, deep sorrow oppres’d with[103]
Hey, Jacky, ma honey, hae ye seen the new money[105]
Fra Benton Bank, to Benton town[106]
Yt fell abowght the Lamasse tyde[107]
The Perssye came byfore hys oste[111]
It fell and about the Lammas time[116]
The Persé owt off Northomberlonde[118]
The Yngglyshe men hade ther bowys yebent[122]
God prosper long our noble king[128]
I have heard of a lilting, at our ewe’s milking[136]
From Spey to the border[137]
’Twas he that rul’d his Country’s heart[142]
On July seventh, the suthe to say[143]
When we were silly sisters seven, sisters we were so fair[147]
There’s Roadley’s ‘cloud capt’ lofty hill[150]
Sir Swinton was a doughty knight[152]
The king is gone from Bambrough Castle[156]
On Bamboroughshire’s rocky shore[161]
The kye are come hame[ib.]
Come you lusty Northerne lads[162]
Here lies the corpse of William Bell[166]
Wold you please to hear of a sang of dule[ib.]
Old Janus advances all cloathed in white[171]
The routing the earl of Mar’s forces[175]
Of all the Kirkharle bonny lasses[180]
Good people, give ear to the fatalest duel[184]
Ye muses nine, if ye think fit[185]
Good Master Moody[188]
The little priest of Felton[189]
There lives a lass in Felton town[190]
In second part I will declare[192]
He’s gone! he’s gone[195]
On Saturday[196]
God prosper long our noble king[197]
Callaly Castle stands on a height[199]
In Bedlington, there liv’d a fair[200]
The lady sat in leafy bow’r[202]
Nought but some dæmon’s baleful step[206]
Hoot awa’, lads hoot awa’[209]
Ihon Redle that som tim did be[210]
Howl on ye winds, and beat ye rains[211]
Oh, have you seen the blushing rose[ib.]
The day was quite pleasant, the Fourteenth of May[212]
A bonny swain blithe Sandy nam’d[214]
In Britain’s blest insland there runs a fine river[215]
Now the feather’d train in each bush[216]
Apollo, your aid I request[217]
Ye sacred nine descend[218]
Unsullied mirth attend this feast[219]
To fertile soil and fragrant air[220]
O bonny Hobby Elliott[221]
Little wat ye wha’s coming[222]
Mackintosh was a soldier brave[223]
The king has written a broad letter[225]
How mournful feeble Nature’s tone[ib.]
In former times where Hexham town doth stand[227]
Britannia scarce had planted the olive on our isle[228]
Doctor Moff once more employs the burden of my song[229]
The first of March, from Cockle Park[231]
Next day to the Thatchmeadows I[233]
Good fortune still attends the brave[234]
A fair reformation would render this nation[236]
The ploughman he comes home at night[237]
Sweet thro’ the forest, Coquet flows[ib.]
At Christmas when the wind blew cauld[238]
It happen’d at good Christmas tide[239]
About the bush Willy[240]
I cannot get to my love if I should dee[241]
As I went to Newcastle[ib.]
I went to Black Heddon[242]
John Thompson, just now[ib.]
Of a Pitman we’ll sing[ib.]
Since Winter’s keen blast must to Zephyr give place[243]
All lovers of lucre may LAUD the Lord Mayor[245]
Northumberland lads are handsome squads[247]
A farmer near Felton, fam’d for vulgar fractions[248]
All men of high and low degree[250]
On travelling down Tweed-side[251]
Young Solomon, tir’d of a batchelors life[252]
Ah! pen, ink, and paper, proves pleasing[253]
There was five wives at Acomb[256]
Now little Billy is gone to the kirk[257]
I was young and lusty[ib.]
Come, gentlemen attend to my ditty[258]
I’ll tell you a story, if you please to attend[261]
On the banks of the Tees, at Stockton of old[262]
Come, brave spirits, that love Canary[264]
Upon the stately river Tees[265]
Ye Stockton lads and lasses too[267]
Ye freeholders of Stockton town[269]
Young men and maidens all, I pray you now attend[271]
Militia boys for my theme I now chuse[274]
’Twas on a summer’s evening[275]
Rookhope stands in a pleasant place[276]
Come all the gallant brave wenches[281]
Bobby Shaftoe’s gone to sea[283]
In the fine town of Sunderland which stands on a hill[ib.]
You Sunderland lasses draw near[284]
Ye sons of Sunderland, with shouts that rival ocean’s roar[285]
Elsie Marley is grown so fine[ib.]
Thro’ Durham County fam’d of old[287]
Come all ye lads who wish to shine[288]
And are ye sure the tale is true[ib.]
When Britannia her sons calls to aid her in arms[290]
Durham’s old city thus salutes her king[291]
As aw was gannin to Durham[292]
While visiting this dark abode[ib.]
Lov’d stream, that meanders along[293]
Its hey for the buff and the blue[294]
At home wad I be[296]
Its o but I ken well[ib.]
Up the raw, ma bonny hinny[297]
If you want a busom[298]
Up the Butcher bank[299]
Saw ye owt o’ ma’ lad[300]
Brandling for ever, and Ridley for aye[ib.]
My laddie sits owre late up[301]
They’ve prest my dear Johnny[ib.]
Neighbours I’m come for to tell ye, our skipper and Moll’s to be wed[302]
Old Jarrow, long fam’d for monastical lore[304]
The sailors are all at the bar[306]
We’ll all away to the Lowlights[ib.]
Six centeries since, some say, a son of South Seaton[307]
God prosper long our warlike king[309]
There is not in the world’s terraqueous round[310]
Whence those cries, my soul that harrow[312]
’Bout Lunnun aw’d heard sec wonderful spokes[314]
Croney its now near thirty year[316]
’Tis said that in the good old times[319]
The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d[320]
Of Temple and King, my friends, let us sing[321]
All the night over and over[322]
O lovely Tyne, thy beauty’s seen[ib.]

Finis

FROM THE PRESS OF
M. ANGUS AND SON, NEWCASTLE.